"Isn't it only a flock of ducks," said the other, contemptuously; "come! do come!"
But Ellen was rooted to the ground, and her eyes followed the airy travellers till the last one had quitted the piece of blue sky which the surrounding woods left to be seen. And scarcely were these gone when a second flight came in view, following exactly in the track of the first.
"Where are they going?" said Ellen.
"I am sure I don't know where they are going; they never told me. I know where I am going; I should like to know whether you are going along with me."
Ellen, however, was in no hurry. The ducks had disappeared, but her eye had caught something else that charmed it.
"What is this?" said Ellen.
"Nothing but moss."
"Is that moss! How beautiful! how green and soft it is! I declare it's as soft as a carpet."
"As soft as a carpet!" repeated the other. "I should like to see a carpet as soft as that! you never did, I guess."
"Indeed I have, though," said Ellen, who was gently jumping up and down on the green moss to try its softness, with a face of great satisfaction.